Sleep late

You’re in bed,

Sleeping late,

Early morning,

Head hurting

Brain aching.

Late night monsters

Swallow up your dreams,

Preventing you from sleep,

Making it hard to think.

But you still think,

It’s harder though,

But to sleep is to not think,

But when you dream,

You think, but unaware.

So you end up in this

Endless cycle,

Sleep and thought until

At last, your brain shuts off

And you finally go to sleep.

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